I'd been living alone on the family farm ever since my mother succumbed to the cancer that they'd found in her bowels shortly after we buried my father. It had been rough losing them both together like that. But I took some comfort in the fact that she hadn't had to long endure the pain of her husband's loss.
My older siblings hadn't wanted to stick around. My brother had never been home much to begin with and there were just too many ghosts for sister. Ghosts in the form of memories that brought her to tears on a daily basis. And so they packed their bags and moved on to make lives for themselves elsewhere.
I stayed behind because I honestly couldn't imagine living anywhere else. The farm was home and the soil was in my blood even if I couldn't grow a patch of weeds. I leased our acreage to a neighboring farmer. He grew row after row of red table grapes on my land. My house was surrounded by the vineyard and I enjoyed seeing all that vibrant life out in those same fields my own father had once worked with his strong calloused hands.
It was a good life. But I was alone. I'd always been an introverted sort. I'd never had my father or my brother's way with women. Both of them had had a natural ability to (literally) charm the pants right off of the fairer sex. But I had been shy growing up. Pretty girls made my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth and short circuited the wiring between my brain and lips so that the things I wanted to tell them usually came out as a rush of embarrassing gibberish that made little sense and sent me flushing red while they giggled.
I really didn't see much changing for myself. I had a computer and the Internet and I had created profiles for myself at the various social networks but nobody seemed very interested in getting to know me. The women all seemed to have so many guys sending them messages and requesting to be their friends (guys that always looked more attractive and interesting than myself) that I never bothered. What I did do was watch a lot of porn and masturbate.
Besides the neighboring farmer I leased my land to, I had another neighbor. An Indian man by the name of Ramjit Prasad. He and his wife and their children had bought the old Bramlett place about the same we were putting my father in the ground. I wasn't sure what Ramjit did for a living, but he was often away from home for days at a time. We'd met and talked on a couple of occasions and he seemed a nice enough fellow. But his wife was a different story altogether. Her name was Kavita and she was a pretty little thing. Short and pleasantly full figured (without straying into obesity) with skin like smooth brown sugar, she had big chocolate eyes, hair that shimmered like black satin, a plump rear end and a pair of breasts like ripe firm melons. She always wore fine gold bangles on her arms and elaborate henna designs on her hands. A red bindi was on her forehead and a beautiful sari wrapped around her body. Most days Kavita was completely normal....
The first time Kavita ran away from home shouting about thieves and murderers, we'd found her hiding in the irrigation canal that fed the fields between our farms. Ramjit and his young son had come knocking on my door just after bedtime, apologizing profusely for having disturbed me and asking for my help. Had I seen Kavita? She had forgotten to take her medication and was hearing and seeing things that weren't there. They were afraid she might hurt herself or become lost in her panic and confusion. I hadn't seen her, I said but I'd help look for her. We took flashlights and began a careful search of the grape rows, slowly widening our search area until we finally found her crouched down in the dry canal bed. Ramjit thanked me and walked her home. That had been a few months ago. It was bizarre of course, but I hadn't really dwelt on it.
So it was I found myself home about midnight with an Autumn storm blowing hard outside with cold winds lashing icy rain against the windows of my house. I hoped the power wouldn't go out because I was halfway through a movie on the computer and wanted to finish it. I heard my barn door open and frowned. It was windy outside but not that windy.
In recent weeks there had been a spat of farm equipment robberies in the area and I'd be damned if some little snot nosed punks were going to make off with my equipment. I grabbed my shotgun and went outside. It was as black as pitch. The kind of inky dark you only really experience in the country. I hunkered down beside the propane tank in my backyard and let my eyes adjust, staring at my barn the whole time. Even in the dark I could see the big door was hanging slightly ajar.
When I could see I made my way to the barn door and pumped the shotgun so anyone inside could hear the sound (trust me, it's terrifying when your on the other end of that barrel). "Whoever's in there," I yelled. "Y'all had best come on out. Don't make me come in and get you."
No verbal response, but I heard definite movement. I waited.
"Have it your way friend," I growled. I eased into the dark interior of the barn my finger tense on the trigger. All of the equipment stored inside had belonged to my father and hadn't been used in a couple of years, but that didn't mean it wasn't valuable. I expected to find one or two thieves. They'd either make me shoot or they wouldn't. What I didn't expect to find was Kavita. She was completely naked and hunkered down behind the tractor, arms criss crossed over her chest.
I took my finger off the trigger and stared down at her.
"Hey there," I said softly. "Are you ok?"
She didn't speak.
"It's raining buckets," I said. "Aren't you freezing?"
She was shivering. I held a hand out. "Come on. Let me take you inside and get you warm before you get sick."
She stared at my hand, not moving.
"It's ok," I told her. "I won't hurt you."
She slowly reached out and took my hand. I led her back to the house.
Once inside I led her into the living room, where I sat her on the couch. She was shaking like a leaf.
"Don't you hear them?," she hissed at me, her eyes darting around.
"Hear what?," I asked.
"Killers and thieves," she explained. "They've come to raid the village. We have to hide."
"We're safe here," I said and then smiled and patted the shotgun. "Nobody's going to hurt you."
She examined me intently as if her brain was having trouble remembering who I was. "Are you with the Army?"
"Yeah, let's go with that," I told her. She put her hands together as if in prayer and raised them to her face and thanked me. "Not a problem. Now let's get you dry."
I went into the bathroom and grabbed some towels. When I returned she was standing and looking around. I had to admit, she looked mighty fine standing there naked. My eyes fell on her big natural breasts with their fat dark nipples and then fell to her hairy bush. I felt myself getting hard.
"Time to dry off," I said. I handed her the towels and she began to dry off. I couldn't help but reach in and help her dry a few choice areas. She looked at me when I did, a sense of knowing in her eyes.
"It's probably not safe to go back out right away," I said. "Maybe you should say here for a while."
She nodded.
"Maybe you should go lay down on my bed," I told her. She stood there a moment and we looked into each others eyes. Then she nodded and went into my bedroom. I followed behind her and began undressing.
Once in bed I mounted her missionary style. She had spread her legs willingly enough. I ran my mouth over her brown skin hungrily and began fucking her vigorously, all my pent up sexual frustration releasing itself. She moaned and ran her nails down my back. The bed springs bounced and squeaked in time with my thrusts.
"Good," she sighed, "so good sahib."
After enjoying the missionary position I rolled her onto her belly and ran my mouth down her back and across her buttocks, kissing, licking and biting. I stuck my face between her legs and ate her pussy, the thick black bush was soaked with her own juices and my saliva. When I had enough of eating her out, I helped her into the doggy position and re-entered her, slamming away at her dripping pussy until I came. I groaned in pleasure and sank back onto the bed. She crawled over to lay beside me, my arm around her.
"Was Kavita good, sahib?," she asked, kissing me tenderly.
"The best," I smiled. "A little suckee now?"
She grinned and slid down to suck my cock. I let her keep going while I built back up and then came again. When she was done we showered and I wrapped a blanket around her.
"Let's walk you back home," I said. "The killers are gone. Your kids are going to be worried."
She let me walk her most of the way back. When I saw her house I patted her shoulder. "Ok, you go home. And if the killers ever come back, you come and stay with me all right?"
"Certainly sahib," she promised.
I can't wait for those killers and thieves to return.